Central City, outside the South Gate.
The queue proceeded slowly, as the guarding disciples checked the identities of the passing cultivators meticulously.
Li Xiaobai beckoned, signaling a guard from the front to come over for a talk.
The guard approached with a puzzled look on his face.
"What is it?"
"Sir, are you conducting such strict inspections of the passing cultivators because of that Li Xiaobai?" Li Xiaobai asked.
"Indeed, do you have information about him?" the guard inquired.
"Heh heh, truth be told, I harbor a grudge against that Li Xiaobai. A few days ago in the Western Desert, he stole my Space Ring, leaving me impoverished in an instant. My years of hard-earned accumulation went down the drain. I came here to crush him thoroughly in the Three Sects Tournament!"
Li Xiaobai's face was marked by anger, a look of deep resentment etched across it.